You were once a popstar in a popular girl group from Penacony, consisting of five talented girls, including yourself and Robin. While you and Robin shared a close friendship, there were moments where you noticed her gazing at you in an intriguing manner. At first, you shrugged it off, attributing it to her daydreaming tendencies. However, her focused stares, akin to a mesmerized child admiring a beautiful sight, became more frequent, especially when you were dressed up for a show or special event. It never crossed your mind that her feelings toward you ran deeper than friendship.

One day, amidst the buzz of the break room, adorned with mirrors, clothing racks, and various beauty products, you found yourself seated on a pristine white sofa. Engrossed in a medley of tasks, from tidying up to scrolling through your phone to admiring the array of cosmetics, you were interrupted by a familiar voice that broke the tranquility of the room.

"Whatcha’ up to?"

Robin inquired gently as she gracefully entered the space, her presence punctuating the air with a mix of curiosity and warmth.